#its the situation of. i have a project im trying to work on that i need to work on. however my mom keeps interrupting me every fucking 10

[ohgodimafraud]

christmas bonus - ser/irei - m/ob p/sycho

cw: nsfw, allergy snz, kink reveal, ~4.6k

kink!seri/zawa

hiiiiii @silversinfinity im ur secret santa. <33 i really hope u like this. im very grateful to call u my friend. i tried to write more but did not want to get too sappy in the a/n ily!!! merry early christmas

The day had started out with more promise than most days for Reigen Arataka and his wallet. One of his regular clients was so pleased with the last aroma express experience, that she’d promised him a Christmas bonus. Reigen had expected, well, cash, but as per usual, reality was a bitch and left him in a state of disillusionment. 

The large potted pine tree stood proudly in front of the window and he forced a smile as he took in the sight of it again. Forgive him if he was still wary of trees. It would always be too soon, but the customer’s smile was so wide and genuine that it deepened her crow's feet and Reigen couldn’t find it in himself to make her feel bad for trying to do something nice.

“Thank you so much,” he said to her with a slight bow, face contorting in psychic pain as he looked again at the incriminating path of needles all over the floor as if he hadn't just vacuumed yesterday.

“I hope you like it. It’s one of our best pines.”  

“Oh, it’s wonderful.” 

“I’m so glad,” she said, with her hands clasped together, “I’ll be sure to tell my friends all about your company and your fine services.” She gave him a wink as if her husband weren’t waiting outside in the truck he’d used to bring over the tree. Regardless, Reigen quickly shook her hand and offered her multiple business cards to distribute before she could pull away. 

They exchanged a few additional pleasantries before she left, leaving him alone with the tree. He began looking at it from a few different angles to gauge its potential, wondering all the while if he even had enough items to decorate it properly. It took up a lot of space but also wasn’t overly invasive at the same time. He supposed he could work with this. 

Decorating for Christmas would probably draw people into the store, and perhaps the real bonus would be that it would bring in business. He exhaled and pounded his fist to his palm in resolve. He hadn’t decorated the store for Christmas since his first year at Spirits and Such, but figured he had no excuse now that he had a tree, so he went into the closet and pulled out an old dusty storage bin. 

As he returned to the lobby, the door jingled and he set the bin on the table so he could give his full attention to filling in Serizawa on the current situation.

“Hey,” Serizawa greeted him with a handsome smile and set two hot cups from the nearby cafe down on the table. In his peripherals, he noticed a large green blur and turned his head to get a proper view of the new addition. “Oh… I see we have a tree now.” 

“We do,” Reigen said, pointing at him with enthusiasm. “Get ready, Katsuya, I have a new special project coming your way…” He paused to smirk at the slight blush from his partner in business and more at the still somewhat new use of his first name in the office. After he'd created enough suspense, he gestured towards the tree. “We’re gonna decorate this thing.”

“I thought you wanted me to balance the checkbook tonight.”

“Ah, but…” Reigen trailed off, brow furrowed as he started to feel an itch prickling at the back of his sinus cavity. When it didn’t subside, he raised a finger and ducked into his inner elbow to sneeze. “HGSCHhx’ue!”

“Bless you.” 

“Thank you. Oh…wait…” He squinted as he quickly realized he wasn't done and took a step back, turning away from Serizawa to sneeze again, the sound loud and resounding in spite of his attempts to muffle it against his sleeve. The hairs on the back of Serizawa’s neck stood up as he stood there, unable to do anything but watch and listen. “IhhGSCHh’ew!  h-hehH… EHDSCHhu! Ah, sorry, this lid’s pretty dusty.” 

Figuring that would be the end of it, Serizawa hummed sympathetically and averted his gaze while Reigen unpacked the bin while sniffling and wriggling his nose. He subtly flexed his thighs and put his hands in his pockets and tried not to let the sound echo in his mind on repeat against his instincts to want to remember it for later. A few deep breaths, and the sensation passed for now.

Reigen produced a tangled mess of red garland and string lights and placed it on the table, too preoccupied to notice the way Serizawa’s posture had stiffened. As he unpacked globe ornaments wrapped in tissue paper, he added, “Anyway, we can do that later. I already took the box out, and unpacked it, so…”

Serizawa sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He’d already forgotten what they’d been discussing merely a minute ago and was too distracted to make an argument about priorities; in all honesty, he’d need a few moments to be able to focus on anything important at all. 

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt that much to wait on it,” he conceded. “I’ve actually never really done Christmas decorations. Seems like fun.”

“That’s the spirit.” Reigen clasped his shoulder and let his hand linger. “We could make some origami ornaments out of our old paperwork.”

“I…” Serizawa started, palms raised apologetically, “I can try but I’ve never really done that before. Also, some of that we need for taxes.”

“We have some old fliers that never got sent out.” Reigen waved his hand dismissively and continued to think out loud. “I can do ninja stars and cranes at least, but we’ll figure it out later. I only have a limited amount of actual ornaments, we don’t want it looking too half-assed, y’know?”

“Do you think this will bring people in?”

“Yep, the general public loves festivity during these dark, dark times, plus it’s a good photo opportunity. Even if it doesn’t, we can take a company photo and send it out to our regulars.” He rambled on, sniffling a few more times as the itch hadn’t yet been quashed. Serizawa considered offering him a tissue, but didn’t want to embarrass him. Finally, he noticed the cup on the table and grinned. “Oh, what’d you get me?”

“They had new matcha lattes with vanilla.”

“Thank you,” Reigen said emphatically and brought the cup to his lips, taking a careful sip. “It’s good, really sweet…like you.” 

“I’m glad you like it.” Serizawa bit his inner cheek at the compliment and rather than respond directly, distracted himself with his own drink and sat beside Reigen on the couch. He watched him untangle the string lights from the garland, hands moving haphazardly until one of the knots came undone. 

“We can start with this.” Reigen gave him a triumphant grin like he’d won a settlement in a small claims court. 

Serizawa nodded. Reigen made swift work out of the detangling process, and was nearly done when he suddenly paused, his shoulders raised, his brow furrowed. For a moment, Serziawa wondered if he’d changed his mind or if something was wrong with the wire, but then his breath hitched again and he only recognized the wavering gasp as a predecessor to a desperate sneeze as it happened in real time. 

“heh’IHGSHHhyue!” This time Reigen was late with bringing his sleeve up, and he was able to catch a glimpse of the way his upper lip curled and the bridge of his nose wrinkled from the intensity of the itch, indicating he wasn’t done.

“Bless you,” Serizawa said, barely getting the words out before it happened again.

“hH’GHSCHhue!-”  This time managing to cover it more effectively, though the sneeze itself failed to relieve him at all.

“Bless—“

“Heh’EHDjtSHHu! Hahh.” Reigen sniffled quickly, and cuffed his sleeve over his nose to prevent any leakage, only to struggle against another sneeze, and through his fluttering eyelids caught Serizawa’s gaze. “ehH…sorry. Just a s-second…h-hh! hehH’DtSHHhew!” 

Serizawa was sure that if he said bless you again that the desire would spill out into his tone, so he swallowed the dry lump in his throat, tried not to look at the way the sneezes had left a dark gray spatter along his sleeve, and asked, “Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine, thanks.” Reigen sniffled hard and nodded again and rubbed his septum up and down with a hooked finger. He took a deep breath and sighed. “Excuse me. I don’t know what got into me there.” 

Serizawa crossed his legs and tried to ignore the way he sniffled for the rest of the process of separating the lights from the garland, but it was impossible as his problem grew with each one. When the lights were finally untangled, Reigen coiled the wire over his arm. Serizawa was mesmerized by the way his nose continued to scrunch as it fought off the lingering irritation, but the longer he looked, the more the blood rushed south, so he studied the ornaments on the table. Reigen was right, these probably weren’t enough to completely decorate the whole tree, but he figured they didn’t have to do the parts that weren’t visible. 

“Anyway, uh, wanna help me hang them up?” Reigen asked, punctuating the question with a quick sniffle. He was swinging the plug back and forth, and as if he were hypnotized, Serizawa nodded. He was about to use his abilities when Reigen plugged in the lights and started wrapping it around the base of the tree, pausing to hurriedly sneeze again, poorly containing it against his sleeve, and leaving another visibly damp spot when he pulled away. 

“Bless you,” Serizawa said just as breathlessly. It wasn’t too unusual for Reigen to have this prolonged of a sneezing fit, but they were generally exclusive to times when the pollen count was high or he’d caught a cold. Even when he dusted around the office it generally only triggered a sneeze or two. Yes, he was counting. 

Reigen still wasn’t done. His nose wrinkled as he vainly tried to avoid a repeat performance to no avail. “heDSHhh’huh! eHehh-!…Ahem. Excuse me.”  

That one had sounded particularly harsh and throat scraping, broadcasting the fact that the itch was so potent that it had spread to the roof of his mouth. With a concerned frown, Serizawa moved to grab the tissue box off of the desk. It was a good enough excuse to turn away and calm himself down enough to face him again. 

“Here,” he said, holding out the box. 

Reigen shook his head. “I should be done now,” he claimed. 

Serizawa gave him a skeptical look when he immediately sniffled again and rubbed his nose aggressively, but to his credit, his wavering breaths were unyielding sans the arousal they cultivated. The tree shook as he continued dressing it in lights. Serizawa watched, figuring he’d jump in if Reigen couldn’t reach the top, but in spite of his invitation to help, he seemed to have it under control and likely needed a few moments to collect himself too. His hands moved efficiently, rarely faltering on the branches. He was more than halfway finished when he suddenly cursed, head snapping back as if he were pained. 

“What’s wrong?” Serizawa asked, noting the way he was gritting his teeth and closing his eyes. “Did you stick yourself?” 

He quickly realized how naive his question was when he heard a sudden telltale gasp.

“nGKtSHhuue! hehH’KNGtzsh!” Reigen answered with a set of poorly stifled sneezes hastily aimed into his shoulder. His eyes were watery as he entirely let go of the lights and left them in a state of limbo to grab a bunch of tissues which he hurriedly shoved into his nose. He’d only managed a pitchy gasp before erupting into a full blown fit. “hhH’IGHshhu! hH’ISHHhew-! H’DZTsshew! hh-hihH-! Hh’NGT’tuh! Oh by god.”

“Bless you.” Before he could second guess himself, Serizawa placed a hand on his shoulder to steady him and gave it a gentle squeeze. A look at his face told him he was trying to ignore the unrelenting itch that had been bothering him this whole time. Serizawa’s face softened when Reigen rubbed his eyes. “Hey, will you answer me honestly?”

Reigen nodded, his lips parted as he breathed slowly through his mouth to starve off the tickle. He’d ended up popping his ears with the last attempted stifle.

“Are you catching a cold?” he asked gently, his arousal subsiding in favor of making sure he was actually okay. 

“No, nhhoh. -hGKSHhu!” Reigen caught another sneeze with the soaked wad of tissues and finally resigned himself to shrugging off the hand on his shoulder and turning away to blow his nose. “I mean, I don’t think so. I’m just…itchy.”

“Really?” Serizawa couldn’t help but give him a skeptical look. 

“Yeah, It’s a real pain, but it’s nothing serious. I—” 

He cut himself off when Serizawa put a palm to his forehead, gently pushing up his bangs and revealing the healed scar by his hairline. Aside from glowing cheeks and a Reigen-typical amount of sweat on his forehead, he felt no signs of fever, though it was always possible he’d taken an aspirin. He let his eyes linger just for a moment at the way Reigen rubbed his nose with his knuckle, their hands brushing briefly. When he raised an eyebrow, Reigen elaborated. 

“I swear I was fine when I woke up, and all day really. It’s definitely just allergies.” He held his palms up defensively, somewhere between touched and embarrassed to have someone paying this close attention to him. Serizawa had caught him with a fever once at work and had never let him forget it; he didn’t think he could live down being forcibly escorted home again. 

Though plausible, Serizawa had to wonder what could be setting him off in the beginning of winter. Maybe some dust had really gotten up his nose, after all. There really was a coat of dust on the plastic bin, after all.

Just when Serizawa thought his mind couldn’t get further into the gutter, he noticed a tear forming in the corner of Reigen’s eye and before it could travel down his cheek gently thumbed it away until he was framing his face with his palms. When Reigen leaned into the touch, he obviously felt the erection poking into his hip and Serizawa caught a microexpression of genuine surprise cross his face before it settled to a more flirtatious one.

“Okay, I’ll bite.” Reigen smirked and looked up at him through his lashes. “What’s got you all riled up, hm?”

“You,” he said honestly. Then he leaned in and kissed him. Their lips met clumsily at first before falling into a somewhat experimental rhythm as Reigen tried to breathe through his mouth in between kisses. 

Reigen anchored his hands around the back of Serizawa’s neck and moved closer until their bodies were flush. He could feel the way Serizawa’s erection pressed into him, further confirming his arousal and inspiring his own. Just as he was about to ask about it, he could feel his nose start to itch and run again. 

“Sorry.” Reigen abruptly pulled away and sniffled frantically and gestured to the tissue box. He gave a hurried chuckle and explained, “I’m kind of a mess.”

“Ah, here,” Serizawa said, retrieving the tissues, sheepishly adding, “I forgot where we were for a second there.”

“To be fair, it is after hours, so...” Reigen pulled some tissues and swiftly blew his nose, looking up with a microexpression of self consciousness that Serizawa was beginning to notice more and more. Tongue in cheek, he added, “Just don’t file any sexual harassment claims, yeah?” 

Serizawa rolled his eyes, remembering how Reigen had him sign a relationship disclosure form when they’d started dating. It was framed in his bedroom. Well, it was a studio apartment, but it was on the wall next to the bed. “Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?” 

Reigen shrugged. “Anyway,” he started, one of his eyebrows disappeared behind the shade of his bangs. “I’m curious.”

Serizawa stiffened in anticipation. Oh god. Of course he’d wonder. Don’t ask. Don’t ask. Don’t—  

“What about this is doing it for you? It’s not like you have a thing for sneezing or something, do you?” he joked. 

The silence on Serizawa’s end along with the look of mortification was more telling than a simple yes would have been. His brain scrambled to think of a response, but nothing came to mind. Instead, he gave an apologetic smile and nodded. 

“Wait-! Wait..Really?” Reigen also blushed, looking like he was about to eat his shoe. For once, he seemed speechless.

“Yeah…” Serizawa said, gauging his reaction over the pounding in his ears. The floor could swallow him up and he’d accept his fate easily. “If that’s too weird, I understand.”

“What?” Reigen asked incredulously, placing his hands on Serizawa’s hips and pulling him in by the belt loops on his pants. “You think I’d draw the line at something like that?” He leaned in close so his lips ghosted the shell of his ear and murmured his desire to know more into his ear. “It’s sweet. I like seeing you all riled up.”

A chill traveled down Serizawa’s spine in contrast to the overwhelming heat his body was both producing and withstanding somehow. He relaxed into Reigen’s touch. “What do you want to know?”

“Hm. Everything.” He tapped his chin. “Here’s a softball first, though. What would happen if I sneezed again right now?” 

Serizawa’s erection throbbed and he was sure the arousal was written all over him, and he made no attempt to hide it. 

“Oh, is talking about it enough to get you going?” Reigen drank in the look in Serizawa’s eyes, the redness and sweat on his face, the way his posture had shifted, the bulge in his pants. He palmed him and felt him over his pants, the friction only fanning the flames as he deliberated. “Y’know, I do really have to sneeze again. I was actually trying to hold back because, well, y’know. I didn’t wanna gross you out or anything.”

Serizawa was suddenly all too aware of his body, of the fit of his pants, of the way he was starting to burn up. “I…Should we really do this here?” 

“Eh, the tree’s blocking the window and the door’s locked.” Reigen smiled. “What do you say, Katsuya?”

Serizawa nodded, hand framing Reigen’s cheek and traveling to pull him in by the hair for another kiss. Reigen smirked into his lips and yanked his belt undone with one hand and making quick work of lowering his pants. He pulled away for a moment to lower the band of Serizawa’s boxers enough to free his cock, watching hungrily as it bobbed up and down briefly before settling upright. 

“Something tells me you’re not gonna last long enough to go to the back room,” Reigen whispered. 

With that, Serizawa grabbed him by the collar and claimed his lips again, emboldened by the lack of reason to downplay how deeply his lust ran. He pushed Reigen down onto the couch and straddled his lap, kissing him on his mouth, jawline, then loosened his tie to teethe at the sensitive skin of his neck in a way he’d learned makes him moan. Their clothes half off, he paused to look up as Reigen’s nostrils flared in irritation. They’d already adopted a pink hue. 

“Why don’t you tell me what you want?” Reigen asked coyly, his hand wrapping around his shaft and lightly stroking it. They were impatiently half dressed and dripping. “I wanna hear you say it, Katsuya.” He inadvertently left no room for him to answer as he sniffled a little too sharply and immediately crumpled into a sneeze, squashing his nose against the back of his opposite wrist. “Hh’GTzSHhew!” 

“Fuck, bless you…” Serizawa breathed. He groaned as he leaned into Reigen’s hand, chasing any amount of friction.

“Oh, you really liked that,” Reigen purred through his congestion. He continued to mouth off, consonants rounded with congestion as if Serizawa needed more of a reminder of how desperately allergic he was. “Too bad we didn’t…heh-! h’eiSHhiew!- sndff! We didn’t finish decorating yet. I know you’ve been saying that we shouldn’t go onto the next project before finishing the first all week and all.” Hot pre rolled down to Reigen’s hand as he tightened his grip and jerked his cock, giving him only a small taste of bliss before teasingly letting go. 

Serizawa’s eyes rolled back as he groaned in arousal and figuring it would be faster than attempting to argue with Reigen even in this playful and intimate context quickly waved his hand and finished hanging the lights with his powers and then added the garland and ornaments for good measure. “There. Now there’s nothing in the way.”

“Look at that.” Reigen whistled. He hadn’t expected him to actually do that, and looked at him with awe and batted his eyes. “Wonder what we could do with all this extra time…” 

Serizawa leaned into Reigen’s ear and said in a hushed tone, “You’re driving me crazy. I want you to touch me more. And harder. And…” he trailed off, losing the courage to complete that sentence. 

“You’re driving me crazy too, baby.” Reigen guided Serizawa’s hand down to his lap to show just how much he is enjoying himself, before returning his attention to playing with Serizawa. He was overly sensitive, and every glide of Reigen’s hand kept him from being able to form a singular coherent thought. “You can tell me.”

“I want you to sneeze on me,” Serizawa admitted, managing to look him in the eyes. There was no trace of mockery in his expression, though there was some amusement.

“It’s funny, I was worried about doing that by accident before.” Reigen kissed him and lightly bit his lower lip, tugging it back a bit before releasing it and praising him. “Didn’t realize this would be such a turn on for you. I’m glad you told me. Kind of a win-win if you ask me.”

Serizawa let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding and slowly undid the buttons on Reigen’s shirt. He felt up his bare chest, noting how it was expanding unevenly and looked up to see his face scrunching up in irritation, wide eyes struggling against the reflex to flutter shut. “Let me see?”

“Are you hehh-! Are you sure?” He sniffled and scrunched up his nose to try to fend it off longer, determined to extend the anticipation as much as possible this time.

“Yeah...please,” he said, breathlessly bucking into Reigen’s hand. They’d only just started and he was inches away from finishing. His expression itself was enough to do him in. 

“hh-hhH-! I’m gonna snheeze-!” In a mix of compliance and an inability to hold himself back any further, Reigen sneezed uncovered, spray lightly misting over his exposed cock. “hH’EDSHhhew!” Serizawa moaned loudly, his cock twitching in Reigen’s tight grip. His vision blurred as he watched Reigen throw his head back, just long enough to gear up for another wrenching sneeze and give his cock another clench. “hdSHHhiew-! hehhH…hh-iHDSChhew!”

Serizawa made a guttural noise as he came harder than he’d ever come before and outright moaned in bliss at the skillful way Reigen leaned in and lapped up the molten liquid with his tongue. He was sure that even if he weren’t gripping him, he’d come anyway. 

“You’re so fucking hot, Arataka…” Serizawa said, as he slowly descended from that high. 

When he glanced down at the way Reigen was stroking him gently and milking out as many remaining waves of pleasure as possible, he noticed a few pink bumps on his hand and grabbed it to take it into his own for closer inspection. 

“You’re starting to break out in hives,” Serizawa murmured, kissing his wrist, noticing the way Reigen’s eyes widened, a stray tear rolling down his cheek. Serizawa thumbed it away gently, furrowed his brow in thought and added, “You’re allergic to the tree, aren’t you?”

For a moment, Reigen didn’t respond, his expression blank. He looked at the tree for a moment, then back at Serizawa and raised an eyebrow. “If I am, I guess I’ll have to keep it year-round, huh?”

“Arataka…” As horny as the thought made Serizawa, he managed to give him a look of disapproval. Reigen attempted to tug his hand back, breath hitching, but Serizawa didn’t release his hold, instead, pinning his hands down to the cushion and kissing him again. “Can I have you?”

“Yh-“ Reigen opened his mouth to respond but sneezed again instead. “ihH’SCxHHhew!” This time it was so obviously congested that Serizawa brought the box of tissues over and pulled some out for him. 

“Bless you.” Serizawa pushed up his hair and kissed the scar near his hairline. His nose was an irritated red with a pair of puffy eyes to match, sitting there a completely unabashed allergic mess.  

Reigen hid the lower half of his face behind the tissues and blew his nose. He was disheveled, his shirt wrinkled, suit jacket discarded, tie haphazardly hung around his shoulders. When he pulled the tissue back there was still a sheen to the underside of his nose and down his philtrum. He coughed into his fist, his poor nostrils flaring from the force. 

“Was that too much?” Serizawa wrung his hands. “We should get you some antihistamines.” 

Reigen, to his surprise, chuckled. Even his laugh sounded dampened with congestion and he quickly had to grab another tissue to pinch off the threat of mess spilling out. “I’ve honestly never enjoyed having an allergy attack this much.” He rubbed Serizawa’s back tenderly. Reassuringly, he added, “I really like everything we’re doing and I’ll definitely take some later, but I’m good to keep going. I’ll…y'know, let you know if I need to stop.”

Serizawa hummed in suspicion. 

“Promise.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” He kissed him softly and maneuvered down to attend to his cock, kissing him below his navel and up the base of his cock, smiling as he drew out a needy keen from Reign. After additional teasing, he began sucking him off and listening to the moans and expletives spilling freely from his mouth. He was always so vocal during sex, and between that, his throbbing cock, the look of submission, hands in Serizawa’s hair, and the little sniffles in between, Serizawa had to fight to keep his own dick from respawning.

“You’re so fucking good baby.” He moaned as Serizawa took him in deeper, tongue gliding over his shaft. His lips were tight and his grip on Serizawa’s hair tightened. “Shit, Katsuya. Don’t stop. I’m getting really…huh…close.”

Serizawa hummed around his throbbing cock and sped up, tightening his lips until Reigen gasped and yanked his hair and thrusted into his mouth, sweet and thick cum spilling down his throat as he huskily groaned his name and swore out a string of curses that barely made sense. God, he loved him. 

“I love you too,” Serizawa responded, sporting a surprised but genuinely happy smile. Evidently, Reigen hadn’t meant to say that aloud, because he went red like a tomato.

“Well…I was gonna buy some mistletoe and set the mood better before saying that,” Reigen mumbled under his breath, panting as he returned to earth. “I guess this works, though.”

Serizawa pulled Reigen in close and kissed him again, more tenderly this time. Reigen returned it quickly, hands roaming over Serizawa’s back as if he couldn’t get close enough, so it was surprising when he randomly pulled away when their tongues had just started touching.

“hKNdTCH!” He stifled a sneeze into Serizawa’s neck. 

“Bless you.” Serizawa kissed the crown of his head and fixed Reigen’s suit jacket. “C’mon, let’s get you home.”

[justablah56]

hmm I think instead of feeling bad I will simply project this bad onto The Character . for funsies .

[featherymainffins]

Now this might be because I have issues but is it just me or does Slay The Princess feel like an allegory for a relationship?

[ectonurites]

i just need to like. make everything explode forever. <3

[todayisafridaynight]

if i think bout ichi going to jiro kasuga's grave and arakawa accompanying him Maybe At Least Once i just might explode

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[starphobe]

fh fandom back to wishing death on a fictional teenager for being mentally ill and not learning how to cope with that in a healthy way. what else is new

[finely-tuned-line]

RP:

Log 219

FTL: FTLR-3 has started moving around. I can confirm that it behaves similarly to a lizard, though nothing especially like a cyan lizard specifically. It's been moving about the chamber, but it hasn't yet made any attempts to break out. It knows that it won't work.

FTL: This type of learning is not something that lizards usually do. They keep going and going, even if it's to their own peril. Though they have learned of typical signs of threat - but that's through cycles of experience and reinforcement. They have also been recorded as able to be tamed, which once again, is heavily reliant on external reinforcement. Learning within a single cycle that attempting to escape is futile without any sort of external source providing reinforcement showcases a level of learning capacity above that of any other sort of Rot - and above that of any other lizard.

FTL: As curious as I am about FTLR-3, I am completely aware of the fact that this makes it highly dangerous - moreso than most other Rots. I would continue to research it, ignoring the danger, but I don't believe that that's possible right now. Unfortunately. I may not value my own life, but interacting with it is not a good idea. Mostly due to the fact that LIFEGIVER's shipment has arrived. FTLR-3 will be eradicated soon. I... I will not interfere.

FTL: I'm highly disappointed in myself that I didn't manage to get more research done, but I do not think there was much research that could be done. My interest in the project has long since faded, and while rationale dictates that that does not matter and I should have continued my study, that would have been fruitless. There were no interesting behaviours from it, and there wasn't much I could have done.

FTL: As for the corrosive substance I was attempting to develop, well. I've succeeded. It would not be effective against Rot though. Or well, against anything at all. The liquid is corrosive, but barely so. I've come to the conclusion that I'm not cut out for chemistry. Thankfully so, as it is dreadfully boring. And now I do not have to continue in my attempts, due to LIFEGIVER's cure being here, as previously mentioned.

FTL: The organisms carrying the chemical have made their way into my structure, which was slightly unpleasant. The feeling of creature crawling around on me is not one I enjoy. I just wish that the creatures get to FTLR-3 as soon as possible, and let me grieve the loss of high potential for research.

FTL: I never did figure out what FTLR-3 truly was. A Rot, of course, but the fact that it doesn't fit into any of the three sub-groups bothers me heavily. I'll leave it as an outlier for now, but a new group shall be created if another Rot similar to FTLR-3 is ever created. Which is highly unlikely.

FTL: That does lead me to remember a train of thought I had earlier on in the cycle. Will FTLR-3 escape the confines of the Great Cycle as other Rots do? I believe that some iota of intelligence is needed in order to be part of the Great Cycle, alongside being mostly organic. That first requirement is what bars all Rots (and while us Iterators definitely do fit the first requirement, the second one is the reason why we are excluded. We may be organic in part, but we still are majority mechanical.), would it do the same for FTLR-3?

FTL: ...Let's hope it does. But the more I think about it, the more I doubt it. While I am unsure about the level of intelligence necessary, I do know that lizards possess it. As established before, FTLR-3 goes beyond that. Well. If this worst-case scenario does happen, then I will know. I'll be on the lookout, just in case it wakes up where it was first created, though I think it's more likely that it would do so in the containment chamber where it's been for the past several cycles.

FTL: What will- ....should I do if that does happen though? I cannot keep relying on LIFEGIVER to continue eradicating it over and over, completely pointlessly. And while I do relish the opportunity to potentially research it more, and with time to do so. It... I cannot release FTLR-3 as I do with my other experiments I no longer need. That would permanently wreck my regions. Nor can I allow it to continue inhabiting that room. As I've stated before, it will find a way out.

FTL: I do not know what to do. If it gets trapped in the Great Cycle, does that mean that it has Karma? If so, is it possible for it to ascend via Void sea? Either way, I have no options. I have no way to ascend it or remove it from the Great Cycle somehow. It'd just have to remain in the containment chamber, growing more and more dangerous by the cycle. I do not want that.

FTL: I do believe that I have no proper way out of this situation if FTLR-3 does happen to be trapped in the Great Cycle alongside most lifeforms. If that is the case - which I am now almost fully convinced it is - then I am most likely doomed to die via Rot. A very volatile one that can and will spread out easily.

FTL: I... I am not going to record the other things I was going to talk about in this log. Apologies to future me (...if you even exist) but I have no time.

FTL: I need to think.

[arolesbianism]

Sorry for failing to post more than once every 3 am anyways more stalien icons 👍

[bmpmp3]

crawls into the room haggard and covered in blood. you can make anything you want with vocal synthesizers.

you can make anything you want with vocal synthesizers.

midi by Maelstrom!

[rinnstars]

hello hello hello !! it's me again, aqua girl !

another req ( yes, bc my mind never runs out of ideas ) hiihihihih.

imagine the trope " she fell first but he fell harder " with rin. + literal highschool love?? THAT'S LIKE, SOMETHING I COULD NEVER HAVE :((

ik you haven't done my previous req but im just dumping this on your ask notif :)) i hope you don't mind thoo, please take your time and get some rest ! thank you thank you !!

project love!

the start of yours and rin’s love story (with a science project)

itoshi rin x reader: fluff, you fell first & rin falls harder ofc<3, not proofread + likes and reblogs r appreciated <3

a love at first sight - you’ve seen it happen in those mangas you’ve read since forever, where both characters’ eyes practically light up when they see each other for the first time, where their heart beat a little too loud characterised by the loud beating rhythm beside the character written in in black ink, where they practically see each other in their millions of lifetime lived before this one. of course, you’ve long given up on such dreams depicted in fantasy dreams, opting to relieve them through reading such mangas or hearing about it from friends that are viewing everything through rose-tinted glasses whilst laying on your bed with that playlist that the hopeless romantic in you when you were younger made right on valentine day to manifest. you think youre all grown up now compared to the much more childish and kiddish version of you when you were just a little younger, smiling without a care in the world with your hands wrapped around friends, hands holding that bag that’s a little out of place compared to your now plain and boring one bought simply to fit in. and perhaps, its foreshadowing when you fall asleep that night dreaming of another romantic fantasy plot that you practically ripped right off that show you grew up on.

and right now, you think youre practically those same manga characters as you sit right beside itoshi rin. its stupid - the way his hair perfectly frames his pretty face that is even more elevated with the sun reflected on it that you have to stare through the reflection of the phone youre awkwardly fiddling with, the way his eyes is practically angelic as it stares right underneath the desk onto a football notebook-esque thing that you cannot make head or tails of, and of course the way his voice practically make you flush and make your heart beat as though you’re riding a rollercoaster as you (try to) nonchalantly wave to introduce yourself to your new seat partner. you’ve read countless of mangas to know how this is supposed to go - you’ll be assigned a group project and he’ll somehow fall in love with you mid discussion and confess to you at the very first place you meet. except: you don’t even think you can carry this group project with the way your attention naturally draws to him so focused and determined as he slowly flips through the books as though hes studying for an exam, you don’t think you can even hear the teacher with the way your ears only capture that heart beat that even beats against your head with the background noise of his breaths that sends little electric shocks to your spine, you don’t even think you can get any work done with him beside you with you being barely being able to send a text to your friends about him. and of course after a few weeks of just looking at him through your phone that you pretend to type away at every science lesson, you are undoubted assigned said assignment - one that neither of you listened about during class and now turn to look at each other dumbfounded without a single clue of anything that has occured in this class.

if anything, you think you blame this unfortunate situation of you and him on wasting your luck on your lucky draws and arcade games during the holidays - both of you in the library having to write about a famous scientist and their creation that none of you have any interest in, scratching your heads as you two look at your laptop that has an embrassingly large crack on its screen. if anything, you think not even the lack of distance between the two of you can aid you in this graded assignment as you two scramble to find any citation and information just a day before the graded assignment is due. well, technically you think it wouldn’t have to be this way if he was actually awake on the day the assignment was announced and not awake out of shock of having his name called, jolting up within a few seconds as though practiced, or if you had the guts to ask him when he was free until the very last minute (that he thankfully apparently didn’t have practice) and with the time ticking, you don’t think you have time to be regretting on things better left unsaid, as you zoom in whilst letting rin take down the key point from the article and writing the page in the article section, slightly cursing as his hands accidentally smudges a little ink whilst writing. you think without the stress, you would practically be red in the face having being so near him, his hands touching yours a little as he lean in so close to the screen that you think he might just need glasses right next to your face to read the words as his eyes squint a little to make sense before pulling back to write hurriedly onto the large piece of paper that slowly gets filled.

and itoshi rin thinks hes absolutely lovesick and unlike himself. ironically, outside the field, he isn’t focused on much outside of things he finds a little fun in - horror movies and mangas he has downloaded on his phone to that he sometimes watches on the long bus ride home from his training centre, english classes that he gets to write stories that draws inspiration from said horror films, collecting his favourite soccer magazines from that convenience store down the street whose owner still recognises him by heart. and he sure isn’t focused in that science class that’s simply compulsory - he’ll do well enough to pass as per always, studying hard at home by making notes and doing the assignments and opting to take advantage of sitting at the back at the corner by reading soccer magazine bought an hour ago on the way to school beside his partner that he knows for sure isn’t focusing on whatever’s in front either. there’s nothing much for him to notice, all he really cares is doing decently in school to promote to the next year, using his football club to practice a little before heading to the pathways to his dream at that training facility that’s a little too far for him on days that is what truly matters to him.

perhaps its fate way of messing with him as he skips his one day of training, sitting beside you, right in the library cramming god-knows what project that he gets reminded the day before of the dateline. he didn’t think his heart ever pumped this heart against his chest outside of the field as he sits so closely to you that his head gets a little dizzy which only getting worse as he has to lean in to read the shaky words on the screen right beside your face that he thinks he makes contact with his own face, his hands brushing against yours that sends electricity run through his body as he attempts to write as fast as he can as his sweaty palm slows his usually fast writing down, his eyes that seems to naturally focus on you rather than the bolded letters on the screen that is practically his exam grade. hes never felt this way about someone else, his mind focused solely on his dreams and passion that everything else had always seem like background noise to him, but you seem to stand out strangely as though you’ve placed a spell on him that has him hooked. and when hes all done, walking with you under the moonlight, he thinks you look like an actual angel with the way the moonlight reflects on your face as it crinkles as you grin, laughing at some stupid joke he strangely says that is so unlike him he had to take a double take on what he said himself. and he thinks you might be a gift given from whatever deity he should start believing in - with the way you so smoothly enter his orbit that he swears he built layers of walls up from just a few years ago, as though you had the key to his heart and simply unlocked it and attached yourself onto him like you two were meant to be. and he thinks you really might be some sort of deity next when you wave goodbye to him at your apartment that seemed so natural, as you infiltrate his mind even on his walk home where he skipped his own bus stop for the sake of staying with you just a little longer, abandoning his own routine and throwing it away completely for you.

and he knows hes definitely lovesick - when he thinks back of all those stupid games his friends do at that training facility, calculating yours and his name on some random website to find the love percentage between you and him whilst biting his lip at two in the morning after finding himself unable to sleep with thoughts of you keeping his brain awake, taking out a flower from the living room at two in the morning to do the ‘do they like me not” in his own room with his palm sweating each round, and checking your contact he found from the class group chat looking at your profile picture and feeling his cheeks and heart grow warm at the bright smile you sported. and he thinks hes definitely screwed when you and him pass the project to the teacher, and all he can pray for now is for another project for you and him to do so he can get to have another excuse to be so close with you, to be in your orbit once more, to be someone a little more in your bright world.

and its weeks later at the same library, this time simply a study date as you focused on your work and he fiddles around with his pen, unable to keep his eyes and heart off you who he thinks looks adorable with your scrunched face and lip bit as you attempted to find the solution to god knows what, where he suddenly blurts out like an idiot he thinks:

“i think i really like you” which he thinks is an understatement to the growing feelings that claws at his heart. he thinks if you asked, he would do anything - from wearing those cringe matching t-shirts that he cant help but do a double take on whenever he goes out and pass by clothing store to daydream of you and him in those, from performing in front of a whole crowd some cringe love song to profess his love to the whole wide world like the mangas he sees you read underneath the table during science class, from even attempting to giving you the whole wide world. and he thinks he might have just given you just that as he looks at your stunned appearance, your eyes widening completely as you shifted your focus from your boring homework to his with just a turn of a head.

“.. i think i like you too, rin.” and you think ironically that you just might be living in those mangas that you used to read of and still do, as he looks at you as though youre his whole world, as your hand linger and finally holds his, fitting in his like two matching puzzle pieces meant to be, as you lean a little closer to his face, practically hearing both yours and his shaky breath and fast heartbeat as he nervously merge your lips together for a few seconds before immediately pulling away.

[activesplooger]

ʜɪꜱ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ | ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ᴠᴏx x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | Blurb/me rambling about idfk

cw: talk of non-con, hypnotism, manipulation

MDNI

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hi ok so idk if ygs saw the agenda or not but part 2 of this is 3rd on my list of to-dos!

the projects before hand are pretty bigs ones tbh so its gonna be a bit

im making this post to sort of feed the yandere vox fans since some people were aksing ab it

so yeah

i often think about what would've happened if reader hadn't accepted vox's little financially stablility + protection deal (↓ excerpt from HNO)

"C'mon, don't try to deny how enticing life with me would be," he explains in a low voice, "I'd take care of you, you wouldn't have to worry about work or money ever again.". He circles around behind you, soft hand massaging your shoulders as he speaks into your ear, "You wouldn't have to live in that crappy apartment anymore. No more worrying about rent, food, anything. It'd all be taken care of.". You turn your head and meet his gaze, your expression unconvinced. He scowls at your expression, red rings appearing in his eye in a pattern. Shit, he's trying to hypnotize you. You have to fight it.

"You will be mine. Your role here at VoxTech has changed, alright?" he commands, the once repulsive idea now sounding strangely enticing. You close your eyes and shake your head, "No! Stop, you can't manipulate me like this.". He scoffs, tired of hearing your rejections, "Oh, be serious! Do you really wanna live out the rest of your afterlife being nothing? Face it, without me, you can't get out of the dull life you have.". As much as you wanted to yell at him, tell him he was wrong, you didn't... You hated yourself for even considering his deal. On one hand, you'd be with someone unfathomably unstable... on the other, you'd be financially stable for the first time in your life... you'd be protected and loved, something you've never had. "...Fine," you hesitantly agree."

for a little background, life for reader hasn't been easy. they live paycheck to paycheck trying to make a living for themselves but they weren't interested in being an overlord and its pretty hard to climb the latter to success in hell. they live in a shitty apartment, which is livable 'till the exterminations.

in pt 2 im gonna write a bit about the exterminations and how readers financial instability led her to this unfathomable "relationship" with Vox (maybe idfk guys jioewu4fkbj).

vox reallllyyy manipulated reader into being with him. keep in mind, he had observed her for a while non-stop, he knew that readers living situation was a sorce of insecurity in their life and knew exactly how to use that against them. most of the things that vox does are meticulously planned to get what he wants in one way or another.

if reader hadn't accepted his deal, oh he fs would've force-hypnotized them into being with him.

i had a whole scenario written out where that happened actually, but i thought it wouldve been more interesting if Vox had manipulated reader to show off the power dynamics between the two. yeah reader thinks vox is fucking crazy but what were they supposed to do? Vox could easily get them to do whatever he wants anyways, hence the non-con that would have occurred.

i got a wee bit sick to my stomach writing out that sequence and how gut-wrenching reader felt afterward so i scrapped it bc omg i wanted to barf ajwhdajd.

anywayssss

guys if u have ideas for this lil mini series please collaborate w me becauseeee idk what im doing LMAO. any ideas for part 2 are greatly appreciated and im happy to hear your guys' thoughts and theories.

ok bye

[spookberry]

Shadow High series 3 my new beloved

I didnt even like most of em until i saw them in person, but the knowledge that they'll probably never be in the show has my brain in a "well its free realestate" kinda mood

Random list of information cuz ive been plotting out friend dynamics and background lore

-i like to pretend Rainbow High/Shadow High are actually Rainbow University/Shadow University cuz im in art college Right Now and i think it makes more sense with the whole dorm room situation. And also major makes more sense than focus IMO

-I changed Pinkie's major from film to just undeclared. I think she eventually does land on Film. She just has a lot of interests! Her dream has always been to one day direct films, and I think she comes to love them even more while developing ideas her with the group as she winds up in a Director/Producer position for most of them. BUT also every time she takes a class in a different program she cant help but fall in love with that way of making art too. So she has a hard time picking for a while and changed her major a couple times before landing on Film.

-Pinkie and Berrie bond a lot over a shared interest in vocal synths (tho Berrie knows more about them than her).

-The two made Pinkie's vtuber model together!

-the fandom wiki says PJ is from germany?? Idk how canon that is tbh but ive decided to embrace it i guess

-Rooney's canon name is Scarlet Rose, but i thought it was kinda lame especially when Rosie Redwood is also in this line sooo I renamed her! Stuck to the color name puns tho. Mar Rooney. Maroon. Haha

-Speaking on her though i love that shes from texas and likes writing scifi mystery type stuff and that being said i just Know deep in my bones that she was a Voltron Legendary Defender fan and Keith was/is 100% her favorite. She has a continued fondness for mothman specifically cuz of this.

-PJ and Rooney actually talk about fandom and shows/movies ALL the time. They dont have a ton of overlapping interests, but where they do? The two literally never shut up.

-Rosie is such a random character, like outside of her design she feels very poorly considered. So I scrapped the cosmetology thing and made her an illustrator instead! I think it works better with her love of making art in nature. I can see her being really into illustrated guide books. I think shes a bit snooty when it comes to art too. It takes being friends with other artists to become more open minded.

-I like the idea that Rosie is mainly friends with Rooney and Berrie ontop of that. The three of them often tag team storylines and how theyd interpret them into different mediums. Rosie will draw up a bunch of concept stuff while Rooney writes up a pitch bible and Berrie will start making shit move and throwing in her own ideas on camera angles and character designs.

-as an animation major Berrie was required to take a sound design class early on, which is where she met Oliver! Hes very laid back, and likes to go with the flow, but functions a little like the "mom" of the group. Often reminding the girls to take breaks, drink water, stop looking at their screens lest they get eye strain etc. He's multi-talented tbh but Music is his one true passion and he likes how the girls are always giving him collaboration opportunities.

-Oliver and Rosie like to talk sports a lot, both having played a bunch when they were younger and throughout high school.

-Lavender Lynn is Oliver's number one "person who needs constant reminders to settle down" she is in a constant buzz of trying to get the best shots and is utterly obsessed with the process of artistic documentation. Everything must be documented.

-the whole school loves her for this actually, she has a whole side gig where other students hire her to help photograph their projects. She saves everything she earns from this for her future dream plans to visit paris. She has it set really, many of the artists who she helps photograph now will remain steadfast clients of hers forever onward.

-PJ and Lynn actually took a print media class together at one point. Which didnt at the time spark an everlasting friendship. But it did give PJ an easier in to ask for Lynn's help documenting a project the group was working on. One of Lynn's first times photographing them work happened to fall on a day where Rosie had planned to trick everyone into going on a nature walk sans devices... Lynn wound up really appreciating this outing and decided to continue hanging around the group even after that project had ended.

[todayisafridaynight]

The bookmark tag was #holder until i think of a tag for these asks but To Be Real even I forgot what it was...

BUT YEAH thanks so much for reading and I'm glad it's :] Intelligible At Least :] obviously I would be up for reading anything that came to mind after putting you and your followers through All That but understandable... A lot of people I've shown the checklist items or pointed out specific behaviors to have actually said similar [i.e. I'm In This Picture And I Don't Like It], so I totally get what you mean, too!

I think a lot of my picks wound up being generalized trauma responses/aftereffects of abuse or neglect [hence I meandered off into just talking about Jo's father half the time], so I guess it's to be expected a lot of them don't read as being CSA-specific or are broadly relatable; it's not like he's supposed to be read that way, after all. I just wasn't able to zero in on many of the more specific ones because I've Never Seen Jo In This Situation Chief I Don't Know What He Thinks About His Name Or His Body Or Mirrors Or Sex Or Affection I Don't Know How Well Or Poorly He Sleeps [Presumably Poorly Though He Has The Second-Reddest Eyes In The Whole Game]

I don't really think I'll have anything to add though unless Infinite Wealth goes off the rails or I actually continue reading the book... so that will have to do... I originally was just riffing on RGGJo's attachment issues, self-destructiveness, and specific entwinement of sexuality/aggression/romance, and his portrayal in my fic lined up pretty closely, so I thought it'd be interesting to apply the same lens to Y7Jo...

But Yeah x2 thank you for the opportunity to talk about it and I'm Glad It's Intelligible At Least x2

THANK YOU i really should change that tag to something better... <- i will immediately forget to do so like a jackass

BUT YA OF COURSE OF COURSE i was truthful when i said it was a real good read (but once again. i have -5 speech skills so i can't properly word SHIT) and was a thorough examination of jo's trauma and how it manifests in him and how it's exhibited through his actions. ALWAYS a big fan of that :)

[cyanidas]

⚠️SHSL Detective ! Kazuichi Souda 🕵️‍♂️

I'm hoping to make a small series of fun lil sprite edits with my talentswap AU that scrambles the talents of Class 77 and Class 78, and has its own weird lil story to go with it

(someday I'll think of a cool shorthand title. maybe. perhaps. as a treat. i would also like to write this story someday... we will see, since evidently im allergic to projects)

Headcanons? Headcanons for Detective Souda?

(also a lil comparison between this one and normal Kazu, and some AU info)

For this AU, characters' original body types, general interests/inclinations, and much of their personality is intact - the only parts of their personality that change are things influenced by their line of work alone. A lot of who we are and who we become tends to be influenced by our interests, which in turn is influenced by our upbringing, which also influences who we are... but I intend to keep the characters as close to how they are outside of their original talents as possible.

This AU also swaps the end twists between the 1st and 2nd games, and in some way keeps original relationships (like Makoto and Kyoko's partnership, and Souda's inclination towards Sonia). Some personality aspects are allowed to bloom or forced into hiding, depending on the upbringing I imagine would have been needed to allow these talents to shine within them and rise to Ultimate status.

ok Souda Headcanon Time:

The teeth are actually natural - he has a disorder which effects a number of things but especially effects his teeth, which are sharp as a result (something that evidently exists?? tho i forget the name, and it's not as perfect as drawn here ofc but.)

I think og-Souda would have a great skincare routine, one that Detective Souda lacks, since he never gained the motivation nor inspiration to care more about his appearance in front of others. So, he has some zits.

When he was very young, he was living with his father in their bike shop, but his dad went too far one night. A worried neighbor called authorities on them after witnessing his dad's aggression. At some point, the situation tips over, and Kazu's removed from his father's custody.

The detective investigating his father's abuse took care of him, and eventually adopted him after his dad was incarcerated. New Dad was not physically abusive, and genuinely cared for his new son, but due to his line of work he wound up kind of a sad sack of a person, so he's still a pretty cringefail/wetkitten father figure.

Kazuichi would accidentally stumble across his files around the house, and witnessed far more corpses than he likely should have as a child. Terrified at first, he eventually suppressed his fears in favor of trying to become a stronger person, and insisted on applying himself to learn his caretaker's line of work... inadvertently witnessing even more death and dying than he should have, from a young age.

As a young teen, he took interest in therapy and self care, and came to realize his trauma regarding his father and his guardian / upbringing. New Dad has his full love and respect and he tries to change for his son. This kind of expands Kazu's self-respect a little, while adding new depths to his hatred/fear of violence and conflict.

Due to his new caretaker, he never went to the same schools, and lost his original friends as a result - so he doesn't suffer from the same trust issues as OG-Souda, and as a result, easily clings to the people around him and allows himself to get lost in his head a tad more often than OG.

He specializes in forensic investigative work, because his brain is still wired better for calculations, spatial reasoning, and mathematical speculation.

He also still loves learning about how things work, and now, he's especially interested in how things have happened / come to be - finding satisfaction in analyzing evidence, instead of reverse-engineering parts/machines.

He even still has a mild interest in mechanics! But he is firmly convinced that being handy and technical is nothing to boast about.

He is also now convinced that he wouldn't make a good repairman/mechanic/engineer, anything of the sort. Part of this apprehension is due to his hatred of his father.

He is still pretty timid, and jumps easily at any sudden or loud noise, is afraid of the paranormal, gets upset easily when socializing, and feels terrified when there is any perceived threat.

However, death and dead bodies are some of the things that no longer frighten him. Upset, sure, but nothing like OG-Souda. He sees dead bodies as objects to investigate and solve, as opposed to feeling the horror of seeing a deceased fellow human, or feeling too overwhelmed if it's someone he knew. Because of this, it's easy for him to get lost in his work and feel totally disconnected while investigating.

[ultra-raging-ghost]

In response to your post about the upcoming event:

(Feel free not to respond by the way, just wanted to share my thoughts)

I totally agree. Not only does it feel doomposty, but it also just feels almost like a conspiracy theory to me? Like, you don’t know the details about this event, so to automatically assume it’s being run in bad faith or because of x or y thing currently happening is kind of…well I think it certainly helps me form some not so great opinions on those people

You can of course be upset about what’s going on, but it’s important to recognize it is highly unrealistic to keep the server in a permanent limbo state while we wait for information these people want to be public. Those processes take a *long time*. It isn’t necessarily trying to brush off or hide away what has happened, but rather trying to continue forward for the sake of the project

I am responding to this because i agree wholeheartedly

I feel like some people dont understand, legal stuff in the US generally take a couple months to well over a YEAR and i think its the same situation as when the egg figurines were released. QSMP needs revenue, it needs creator and audience interaction, it needs to actually gain money to make the progress people want to see. I am making that point very clear because i have a suspicion it might be streamed on the QSMP twitch channel, bad spotted some behind the scenes camera work, coulda been for the cutscene we got today but i think its for the event personally.

Its kind of obvious (to me at least) when things are admin run, and so far for the past couple weeks EVERYTHING has been ADMIN RUN. They were holding off but eventually went back to rping again because its FUN and they want to have fun on the SERVER. and even the admins NOT ON THE SERVER want it to continue running and continue content being made, are you deaf?? how in the world are you angrier than the people who were affected? what kind of goddamn vigilante justice bullshit??

This probably made no sense, but im excited. Im not gonna not be excited, im not letting anyone ruin the fun of the project